Mayday Lyrics
| Song | Mayday |
| Artist | Krizz Kaliko |
| Artist | YoungStar |
| Album | Kickin' & Screamin' |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Mayday, mayday, mayday! | |
| My name is Krizz Kaliko | |
| I'm totally alone out here | |
| Well, if there's maybe just one of you left | |
| If anybody's out there, anybody.. please... help! | |
| [Verse 1: Krizz Kaliko] | |
| This music game here is in a state of emergency | |
| All about currency, wackness reoccurring with urgency | |
| Can't take it any more | |
| Maybe I'm getting too old, mouth piece just too cold | |
| It's getting me swole | |
| I need to occupy hip-hop like it's my concubine | |
| But I'm the nigga so that mean I gotta be the breaker one | |
| Tell Rittz to pull the trigger, all them niggas is done | |
| If I miss then all the hits you can name under the sun | |
| It's a trick and how they doing this, music is done | |
| Tell man don't light me up | |
| Tell the weed people light me up | |
| Your CD don't hype me up | |
| YouTube fans like me up | |
| You too loose man, tighten up | |
| I don't need to be a freshman, I'm fresh, no yes men | |
| Rap 'til I can't breathe, let me catch my breath and | |
| Industry needs epinephrine | |
| Pastor what you see better get the reverend | |
| Rapping overseas but I rap Midwestern | |
| Krizz the bees knees so I guess the best in | |
| Me I get steeper than your depth perception | |
| M.C.s believe in me and there's no question | |
| This is my S.O.S. to you | |
| And also F.U. too and I won't step to you again | |
| And I'mma hold my breath for you to stop these checks | |
| Comin' in and these train wreck so many men | |
| Try to save it try to stay connected resurrected | |
| Never expecting me to win | |
| One of hip-hop's last few legends | |
| I'm holding a grudge until the end hollering | |
| [Hook] | |
| Mayday | |
| Anybody can you hear me? | |
| Yeah, me | |
| Why do they mistreat us, save us | |
| Aimless bastards leave us, shameless | |
| By the time we're rich and famous | |
| All our art will be forsaken | |
| While you're waiting sides are taken | |
| Nonsense they just keep on makin' | |
| While our last breath we are taking | |
| We don't want our heartbeats just to stop...stop... | |
| Stop | |
| [Verse 2: Rittz] | |
| They know me on the internet | |
| But they don't wanna see me on a magazine cover | |
| Half of these rap barrels never seen struggle | |
| I've been fighting all my life but never let my knees buckle | |
| Now I finally made it, everyone wanna see us stuck up | |
| We suckin to these industries suckas, please | |
| Fuck 'em, I can barely afford to eat supper | |
| Now you tellin me to word it out, but then | |
| Another years we hustle | |
| Makin music, and then somebody wanna eat a piece sucka fuck | |
| You in the stab back, and ya wack rap | |
| You suck, you suck, he sucks too | |
| They rap, he's wack, she rap, freeze that | |
| It's killing me, but you an MC, whats new | |
| Just treat me, you should go to college | |
| You could join the army, you could be a barber | |
| You can be anything you wanna be, but not a rap artist | |
| Your lyrics ain't cuttin it, you suckas are performers | |
| Sorry to inform ya but you mad and wanna battle me | |
| Gonna need some Walmart trying to keep on calm but | |
| Every time I log on, the war starts | |
| Seein but you should know that you gonna piss me off | |
| The dramas as worse than the rappers are | |
| Fans say they try to be spectacular | |
| The next minute we talkin bout how wack you are | |
| Its no wonder why I always wanna smack someone | |
| I need a magic wand, abracadabra, gone | |
| Your shit is passed beyond bad it scratches chrome | |
| You need to practice some, I hear ya rap and yawn | |
| That bullshit I heard you spit, you'll never have this run | |
| Bullshit music fucked this game up | |
| You should be embarassed, you should be ashamed of | |
| Ever trying to rap I think it's time to change up | |
| Listen Krizz Kaliko, everybody goes hollerin' | |
| [Hook] | |
| [Verse 3: Chamillionaire] | |
| Here we go now | |
| Horror flick, you should start with the sequel | |
| Peephole, what I saw to deceive you | |
| I’m the doctor that walks in and greets you | |
| And serve you a smile like I’m all for the people | |
| Meanwhile I’m the wrong one to speak to | |
| To hell with a park all my dogs will delete you | |
| The bars are illegal and all this is lethal | |
| It’s Conrad Murray when he walk in and greet you | |
| I sharpen the needles, let it rewind | |
| Badder flow, that’ll mess up your mind | |
| Got a Kaliko, got a Tech and a N9ne | |
| And more weapons then everyone on this record combined | |
| And that’s strange | |
| Cause I seem so nice, I seen your wife | |
| No better yet, I seen her twice | |
| She needed flights, I got ‘em when I seen the price | |
| And let her roll with me like she had some green to dice | |
| I know it’s been a while since I sold at platinum too | |
| A million and a million and-a-half of you | |
| You tell me I’m the rapper you was rappin’ to | |
| I have you lookin’ like a mummy when they rappin’ you | |
| Don't be up with my face when I'm asking you | |
| You better leave space like a NASA crew | |
| I didn’t have dollars, now I have a few | |
| And now they look at my garage and tell me that’s a zoo | |
| Is that a Jaguar? | |
| Of course it is, I purchased it because the corpse’ll fit | |
| And this trunk is bigger than the Porsche’s is | |
| They say I changed, well I call it metamorphosis | |
| Fast lane, get the hell up outta my lane | |
| Your brain will never be as quick as my brain | |
| And the people will only kill ya for your timeframe | |
| But I got a bullet that’ll get within your mindframe | |
| [Hook] |
| Mayday, mayday, mayday! | |
| My name is Krizz Kaliko | |
| I' m totally alone out here | |
| Well, if there' s maybe just one of you left | |
| If anybody' s out there, anybody.. please... help! | |
| Verse 1: Krizz Kaliko | |
| This music game here is in a state of emergency | |
| All about currency, wackness reoccurring with urgency | |
| Can' t take it any more | |
| Maybe I' m getting too old, mouth piece just too cold | |
| It' s getting me swole | |
| I need to occupy hiphop like it' s my concubine | |
| But I' m the nigga so that mean I gotta be the breaker one | |
| Tell Rittz to pull the trigger, all them niggas is done | |
| If I miss then all the hits you can name under the sun | |
| It' s a trick and how they doing this, music is done | |
| Tell man don' t light me up | |
| Tell the weed people light me up | |
| Your CD don' t hype me up | |
| YouTube fans like me up | |
| You too loose man, tighten up | |
| I don' t need to be a freshman, I' m fresh, no yes men | |
| Rap ' til I can' t breathe, let me catch my breath and | |
| Industry needs epinephrine | |
| Pastor what you see better get the reverend | |
| Rapping overseas but I rap Midwestern | |
| Krizz the bees knees so I guess the best in | |
| Me I get steeper than your depth perception | |
| M. C. s believe in me and there' s no question | |
| This is my S. O. S. to you | |
| And also F. U. too and I won' t step to you again | |
| And I' mma hold my breath for you to stop these checks | |
| Comin' in and these train wreck so many men | |
| Try to save it try to stay connected resurrected | |
| Never expecting me to win | |
| One of hiphop' s last few legends | |
| I' m holding a grudge until the end hollering | |
| Hook | |
| Mayday | |
| Anybody can you hear me? | |
| Yeah, me | |
| Why do they mistreat us, save us | |
| Aimless bastards leave us, shameless | |
| By the time we' re rich and famous | |
| All our art will be forsaken | |
| While you' re waiting sides are taken | |
| Nonsense they just keep on makin' | |
| While our last breath we are taking | |
| We don' t want our heartbeats just to stop... stop... | |
| Stop | |
| Verse 2: Rittz | |
| They know me on the internet | |
| But they don' t wanna see me on a magazine cover | |
| Half of these rap barrels never seen struggle | |
| I' ve been fighting all my life but never let my knees buckle | |
| Now I finally made it, everyone wanna see us stuck up | |
| We suckin to these industries suckas, please | |
| Fuck ' em, I can barely afford to eat supper | |
| Now you tellin me to word it out, but then | |
| Another years we hustle | |
| Makin music, and then somebody wanna eat a piece sucka fuck | |
| You in the stab back, and ya wack rap | |
| You suck, you suck, he sucks too | |
| They rap, he' s wack, she rap, freeze that | |
| It' s killing me, but you an MC, whats new | |
| Just treat me, you should go to college | |
| You could join the army, you could be a barber | |
| You can be anything you wanna be, but not a rap artist | |
| Your lyrics ain' t cuttin it, you suckas are performers | |
| Sorry to inform ya but you mad and wanna battle me | |
| Gonna need some Walmart trying to keep on calm but | |
| Every time I log on, the war starts | |
| Seein but you should know that you gonna piss me off | |
| The dramas as worse than the rappers are | |
| Fans say they try to be spectacular | |
| The next minute we talkin bout how wack you are | |
| Its no wonder why I always wanna smack someone | |
| I need a magic wand, abracadabra, gone | |
| Your shit is passed beyond bad it scratches chrome | |
| You need to practice some, I hear ya rap and yawn | |
| That bullshit I heard you spit, you' ll never have this run | |
| Bullshit music fucked this game up | |
| You should be embarassed, you should be ashamed of | |
| Ever trying to rap I think it' s time to change up | |
| Listen Krizz Kaliko, everybody goes hollerin' | |
| Hook | |
| Verse 3: Chamillionaire | |
| Here we go now | |
| Horror flick, you should start with the sequel | |
| Peephole, what I saw to deceive you | |
| I' m the doctor that walks in and greets you | |
| And serve you a smile like I' m all for the people | |
| Meanwhile I' m the wrong one to speak to | |
| To hell with a park all my dogs will delete you | |
| The bars are illegal and all this is lethal | |
| It' s Conrad Murray when he walk in and greet you | |
| I sharpen the needles, let it rewind | |
| Badder flow, that' ll mess up your mind | |
| Got a Kaliko, got a Tech and a N9ne | |
| And more weapons then everyone on this record combined | |
| And that' s strange | |
| Cause I seem so nice, I seen your wife | |
| No better yet, I seen her twice | |
| She needed flights, I got ' em when I seen the price | |
| And let her roll with me like she had some green to dice | |
| I know it' s been a while since I sold at platinum too | |
| A million and a million andahalf of you | |
| You tell me I' m the rapper you was rappin' to | |
| I have you lookin' like a mummy when they rappin' you | |
| Don' t be up with my face when I' m asking you | |
| You better leave space like a NASA crew | |
| I didn' t have dollars, now I have a few | |
| And now they look at my garage and tell me that' s a zoo | |
| Is that a Jaguar? | |
| Of course it is, I purchased it because the corpse' ll fit | |
| And this trunk is bigger than the Porsche' s is | |
| They say I changed, well I call it metamorphosis | |
| Fast lane, get the hell up outta my lane | |
| Your brain will never be as quick as my brain | |
| And the people will only kill ya for your timeframe | |
| But I got a bullet that' ll get within your mindframe | |
| Hook |
| Mayday, mayday, mayday! | |
| My name is Krizz Kaliko | |
| I' m totally alone out here | |
| Well, if there' s maybe just one of you left | |
| If anybody' s out there, anybody.. please... help! | |
| Verse 1: Krizz Kaliko | |
| This music game here is in a state of emergency | |
| All about currency, wackness reoccurring with urgency | |
| Can' t take it any more | |
| Maybe I' m getting too old, mouth piece just too cold | |
| It' s getting me swole | |
| I need to occupy hiphop like it' s my concubine | |
| But I' m the nigga so that mean I gotta be the breaker one | |
| Tell Rittz to pull the trigger, all them niggas is done | |
| If I miss then all the hits you can name under the sun | |
| It' s a trick and how they doing this, music is done | |
| Tell man don' t light me up | |
| Tell the weed people light me up | |
| Your CD don' t hype me up | |
| YouTube fans like me up | |
| You too loose man, tighten up | |
| I don' t need to be a freshman, I' m fresh, no yes men | |
| Rap ' til I can' t breathe, let me catch my breath and | |
| Industry needs epinephrine | |
| Pastor what you see better get the reverend | |
| Rapping overseas but I rap Midwestern | |
| Krizz the bees knees so I guess the best in | |
| Me I get steeper than your depth perception | |
| M. C. s believe in me and there' s no question | |
| This is my S. O. S. to you | |
| And also F. U. too and I won' t step to you again | |
| And I' mma hold my breath for you to stop these checks | |
| Comin' in and these train wreck so many men | |
| Try to save it try to stay connected resurrected | |
| Never expecting me to win | |
| One of hiphop' s last few legends | |
| I' m holding a grudge until the end hollering | |
| Hook | |
| Mayday | |
| Anybody can you hear me? | |
| Yeah, me | |
| Why do they mistreat us, save us | |
| Aimless bastards leave us, shameless | |
| By the time we' re rich and famous | |
| All our art will be forsaken | |
| While you' re waiting sides are taken | |
| Nonsense they just keep on makin' | |
| While our last breath we are taking | |
| We don' t want our heartbeats just to stop... stop... | |
| Stop | |
| Verse 2: Rittz | |
| They know me on the internet | |
| But they don' t wanna see me on a magazine cover | |
| Half of these rap barrels never seen struggle | |
| I' ve been fighting all my life but never let my knees buckle | |
| Now I finally made it, everyone wanna see us stuck up | |
| We suckin to these industries suckas, please | |
| Fuck ' em, I can barely afford to eat supper | |
| Now you tellin me to word it out, but then | |
| Another years we hustle | |
| Makin music, and then somebody wanna eat a piece sucka fuck | |
| You in the stab back, and ya wack rap | |
| You suck, you suck, he sucks too | |
| They rap, he' s wack, she rap, freeze that | |
| It' s killing me, but you an MC, whats new | |
| Just treat me, you should go to college | |
| You could join the army, you could be a barber | |
| You can be anything you wanna be, but not a rap artist | |
| Your lyrics ain' t cuttin it, you suckas are performers | |
| Sorry to inform ya but you mad and wanna battle me | |
| Gonna need some Walmart trying to keep on calm but | |
| Every time I log on, the war starts | |
| Seein but you should know that you gonna piss me off | |
| The dramas as worse than the rappers are | |
| Fans say they try to be spectacular | |
| The next minute we talkin bout how wack you are | |
| Its no wonder why I always wanna smack someone | |
| I need a magic wand, abracadabra, gone | |
| Your shit is passed beyond bad it scratches chrome | |
| You need to practice some, I hear ya rap and yawn | |
| That bullshit I heard you spit, you' ll never have this run | |
| Bullshit music fucked this game up | |
| You should be embarassed, you should be ashamed of | |
| Ever trying to rap I think it' s time to change up | |
| Listen Krizz Kaliko, everybody goes hollerin' | |
| Hook | |
| Verse 3: Chamillionaire | |
| Here we go now | |
| Horror flick, you should start with the sequel | |
| Peephole, what I saw to deceive you | |
| I' m the doctor that walks in and greets you | |
| And serve you a smile like I' m all for the people | |
| Meanwhile I' m the wrong one to speak to | |
| To hell with a park all my dogs will delete you | |
| The bars are illegal and all this is lethal | |
| It' s Conrad Murray when he walk in and greet you | |
| I sharpen the needles, let it rewind | |
| Badder flow, that' ll mess up your mind | |
| Got a Kaliko, got a Tech and a N9ne | |
| And more weapons then everyone on this record combined | |
| And that' s strange | |
| Cause I seem so nice, I seen your wife | |
| No better yet, I seen her twice | |
| She needed flights, I got ' em when I seen the price | |
| And let her roll with me like she had some green to dice | |
| I know it' s been a while since I sold at platinum too | |
| A million and a million andahalf of you | |
| You tell me I' m the rapper you was rappin' to | |
| I have you lookin' like a mummy when they rappin' you | |
| Don' t be up with my face when I' m asking you | |
| You better leave space like a NASA crew | |
| I didn' t have dollars, now I have a few | |
| And now they look at my garage and tell me that' s a zoo | |
| Is that a Jaguar? | |
| Of course it is, I purchased it because the corpse' ll fit | |
| And this trunk is bigger than the Porsche' s is | |
| They say I changed, well I call it metamorphosis | |
| Fast lane, get the hell up outta my lane | |
| Your brain will never be as quick as my brain | |
| And the people will only kill ya for your timeframe | |
| But I got a bullet that' ll get within your mindframe | |
| Hook |
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